~~~Soraya~~~
The morning light felt too bright, it almost blind me. I lay in bed, staring at nothing, Declan’s arm draped heavily across my waist and the other on my boobs. His breathing was deep and even, the steady rise and fall of his chest a quiet reminder that last night had been real. My body still hummed with the memory of his touch, he had been gentle, patient, careful in ways I hadn’t expected from someone I’d spent years hating, I couldn't focus too much on the ache in my lower body, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
How did his father not know?
The great Dinnaro Shaw, renowned world winning hockey player, and Ex National Sports President.
The contract had been arranged through the university and the sponsor. It was supposed to be a private arrangement to save both our futures.
